Towels, tissues, socks, and even empty hands.
Fucking Forbidden.
And if you do? Guilt.
And if you don't? Insanity.
So we keep writhing in our bed sheets,
Waiting for some mythological, righteous union
Where all we have to look forward to is finally
Fucking.
But we wait and writhe in our bed sheets,
Pumping load after load into empty hands.
Author notes
Just trying to stir it up.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i love how you put fucking on its own line, word use incredible, wait and writhe, finally fucking, fucking forbidden,


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don't forget to make yerselph happie.


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the accumulation of trust before semen makes it that much better. i believe.
trust lasts longer than an orgasm anyway.
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smiling here.i sense desperation, loneliness.. very well written. i like this one.. because i think it is fact.




